Jack took the coffee from Ianto, breathing in the smell with a smile and a sigh. "You're a godsend, Ianto Jones," he said, with a smile. He knew better than to try to drink it right then, so freshly hot in the cup, but he'd treasure it once it was cool enough.

"Does this mean I get to take the coffee and you to go now, then?" he asked, with a grin. "You did say you were off once you'd done this much, after all."